Jan 28

colder.

each step 
crunching out 
across the desolate landscape
of ice and snow 
the lone figure 
with fingers curled 
and hood drawn 
breathing puffs of used air 
into the silence
until you came to join me
and rest your weary head
upon my willing shoulder
warming what once 
was colder
than the inside of an icebox 
melting away the frozen wall 
around my closed off heart 
frost creeping across the bottom of car windows
earlier that morning 
before you came
and made me smile 
and somehow 
made things even more complicated
then they allready were.